Burn the Silver Tower
(shhhh) They build the walls high.
We tear them down.
Paper towers on a hill of glass,
time is ticking and it's moving fast.
They buy the silence with a plastic grin,
while they decide which war we're dying in.
But the ink is dry,
and the fever grows.
No more waiting for a savior's sign.
(no more) No more stepping to the chalk outline.
Burn the ledger, break the chain!
(burn it down!) Nothing left but our own name!
From the ashes we will rise,
no more fear and no more lies!
They trade our futures on the trading floor,
then lock the gates and barricade the door.
But empty hands can make a heavy fist,
they can't erase what they cannot resist.
(resist... rise...)
They own the air,
they own the ground.
Until we turn it upside down!
Burn the ledger, break the chain!
(break it!) Nothing left but our own name!
From the ashes we will rise,
no more fear and no more lies! (shhhh)
Refuse to be silenced.